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Summary: Sequel to The Girl who Won Draco's Heart. Darkness won the war that Draco was called off to. Ginny Weasley is in jail, accused of being a deatheater. Now, a hooded figure pays Draco one million galleons to break her out. Draco needed the money for the refugee camps, so who was he to refuse? Now, both the dark side and light side are after them and the only way they'll win is if both of them work together as they had two years ago. But the ending isn't as expected because there is a twist that not even Draco knew about.
A\N: Another story. I'm just putting it in here so you know it's updated, but the rest of the story will be placed in it's own story. Either just look up my pen name or for The Price of a Hero. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to review.
The Price of a Hero
Ginny's Prologue
The camp was as dead as any graveyard. Dark clouds hovered high overhead as if promising a storm and wind tore through the thin materials of their black robes. The tents that they would be living in weren't very promising, but she was sure that once inside, it would fit them all.
Mud filled the paths that they walk upon, footprints embedded deep into the earth so as not to ever forget who has walked there. Trees surrounded them, bending down low to them as if to conceal them from enemies' eyes. An enchantment was put on the camp by the best wizards they could find, to hide the camp, but everyone knew it wouldn't hold for long. By the end if that month, they would have to search for new grounds to camp.
Ginny Weasley looked at the grief-stricken faces of the people who had been there ever since the war began and dread racked through her. None of them were familiar, how would she be able to live among strangers for the rest of the year?
The war has been going on for one year now. What they thought would only last a few weeks turned into months, and then a year already passed. That time last year, Ginny was just a sixth year, watching the seventh years go off to war, but she was a seventh year now and it was the sixth years who watched them go out to war.
She entered the small tent that couldn't have been made for more than two people, but once inside, she found enough room to bed at least ten people. Everyone settled into their places, everyone choosing the bed nearest the end. She looked around and threw her things on a bed right by the entrance, seeing no point in walking any farther.
Ginny sat on the bed with a gruff sigh and jumped back up when the springs poked her. This couldn't get any worse. She groaned and began pulling out the necessary items she would need that night. Her mum had packed her an extra blanket but now it wasn't with her. Someone took it when she wasn't watching.
She would have sat on the bed again, but decided against it and settled on the floor, dropping her head into her arms. She was a million miles away from home and she didn't even have her blanket to comfort her.
"This is war, it wasn't made to be comfortable," someone said. Ginny looked up but found the other people attending to their business, none giving her their slightest attention. She frowned and looked into a corner far darker than the others. There was a bed hidden there, one that used to be right in front of hers.
"Who are you?" she asked wearily, staying seated on the floor.
The man didn't say anything nor did he step out from the darkness. Ginny sighed. "You sound like you've been here for a long time, maybe even ever since the war first started. Tell me, do you have any idea where Ron Weasley or any of his friends might be?"
There was silence, but then he answered. "None here, I can say," he said gruffly. "They're all in the other camp, far off on the south side. There are two camps, one on the north side and the other on the south. Your brother and the others have been sent there only a few days before you arrived."
Ginny frowned and stood up, dusting her behind of the dust that's gathered on the floor over time. She walked to his bed, trying to see in the darkness because his voice sounded so familiar. "How long have you been here?" she asked, afraid to know the truth.
"One whole year and for as long as I can before I'm killed," he said coldly.
She took an intake of breath and stepped back, knowing she knew who he was. "Who are you?" she asked cautiously.
He scoffed and the familiar sound rang through her ears, taking her back in time when she always heard that noise. Could it possibly be? Could he still be alive?
"You wanna know who I am?" he asked, taking one step from the corner. "Are you sure you can handle it?" he took another step and she could see his shoes. "War's change too much of me," he said, taking a step yet again. She could see his body, now. Only his face was still shrouded in darkness. "I'm not the same person anymore," he said just above a whisper. Then he took the last step until she could see his face.
Ginny's breath caught and she brought a hand up to cover her mouth. It couldn't be possible that he was here, could it? He was right; a lot of him has changed. His gray eyes were clouded, sad like he's seen too much. A scar the length of an inch ran through his eyebrows, giving him a dangerous image and it took everything of Ginny's not to pull away.
Slowly, she reached up a hand and ran it over his scar, her eyes locking with his during the process. He closed his eyes as if it's her touch he had been waiting for all his life and when she took her hand away, he opened his eyes in disappointment.
"What happened to you, Draco?" she asked, searching his eyes. She tried to take his hands, but he pulled them away, glaring at the floor at her feet.
"We can't do this," he said. "We couldn't do it then and we can't do it now." He picked up his bag of clothing and left the tent. Ginny looked after him with obvious longing, but she turned away.
Later that day, there was an attack on the group of witches and wizard who were patrolling the creek. The captain in charge of the camp issued a group of volunteered to head down there and help them out. Ginny was one of the volunteers.
A\N: Actually, to tell you the truth, I wasn't going to do a sequel. I was going to write four chapters and finish it without having to worry about it again. Then a story came to my mind and I thought instead of writing a different one, why don't I just connect them. So I did and even if I wasn't, it would have still been a sad ending. I was going to make it that their conscience always won their heart and they never made an attempt to continue their relationship. Anyway, thanks again for reviewing and I'm sorry to not have the ending you were hoping for ~ a happy one. I promise at the end of the story, it will be a happy one, if not they're together. And I would gladly hit Draco and Ginny once again for you Crimson Mist, but I still need them in the story so therefore it will wait. lol. As soon as I can.
Summary: Sequel to The Girl who Won Draco's Heart. Darkness won the war that Draco was called off to. Ginny Weasley is in jail, accused of being a deatheater. Now, a hooded figure pays Draco one million galleons to break her out. Draco needed the money for the refugee camps, so who was he to refuse? Now, both the dark side and light side are after them and the only way they'll win is if both of them work together as they had two years ago. But the ending isn't as expected because there is a twist that not even Draco knew about.
A\N: Another story. I'm just putting it in here so you know it's updated, but the rest of the story will be placed in it's own story. Either just look up my pen name or for The Price of a Hero. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to review.
The Price of a Hero
Ginny's Prologue
The camp was as dead as any graveyard. Dark clouds hovered high overhead as if promising a storm and wind tore through the thin materials of their black robes. The tents that they would be living in weren't very promising, but she was sure that once inside, it would fit them all.
Mud filled the paths that they walk upon, footprints embedded deep into the earth so as not to ever forget who has walked there. Trees surrounded them, bending down low to them as if to conceal them from enemies' eyes. An enchantment was put on the camp by the best wizards they could find, to hide the camp, but everyone knew it wouldn't hold for long. By the end if that month, they would have to search for new grounds to camp.
Ginny Weasley looked at the grief-stricken faces of the people who had been there ever since the war began and dread racked through her. None of them were familiar, how would she be able to live among strangers for the rest of the year?
The war has been going on for one year now. What they thought would only last a few weeks turned into months, and then a year already passed. That time last year, Ginny was just a sixth year, watching the seventh years go off to war, but she was a seventh year now and it was the sixth years who watched them go out to war.
She entered the small tent that couldn't have been made for more than two people, but once inside, she found enough room to bed at least ten people. Everyone settled into their places, everyone choosing the bed nearest the end. She looked around and threw her things on a bed right by the entrance, seeing no point in walking any farther.
Ginny sat on the bed with a gruff sigh and jumped back up when the springs poked her. This couldn't get any worse. She groaned and began pulling out the necessary items she would need that night. Her mum had packed her an extra blanket but now it wasn't with her. Someone took it when she wasn't watching.
She would have sat on the bed again, but decided against it and settled on the floor, dropping her head into her arms. She was a million miles away from home and she didn't even have her blanket to comfort her.
"This is war, it wasn't made to be comfortable," someone said. Ginny looked up but found the other people attending to their business, none giving her their slightest attention. She frowned and looked into a corner far darker than the others. There was a bed hidden there, one that used to be right in front of hers.
"Who are you?" she asked wearily, staying seated on the floor.
The man didn't say anything nor did he step out from the darkness. Ginny sighed. "You sound like you've been here for a long time, maybe even ever since the war first started. Tell me, do you have any idea where Ron Weasley or any of his friends might be?"
There was silence, but then he answered. "None here, I can say," he said gruffly. "They're all in the other camp, far off on the south side. There are two camps, one on the north side and the other on the south. Your brother and the others have been sent there only a few days before you arrived."
Ginny frowned and stood up, dusting her behind of the dust that's gathered on the floor over time. She walked to his bed, trying to see in the darkness because his voice sounded so familiar. "How long have you been here?" she asked, afraid to know the truth.
"One whole year and for as long as I can before I'm killed," he said coldly.
She took an intake of breath and stepped back, knowing she knew who he was. "Who are you?" she asked cautiously.
He scoffed and the familiar sound rang through her ears, taking her back in time when she always heard that noise. Could it possibly be? Could he still be alive?
"You wanna know who I am?" he asked, taking one step from the corner. "Are you sure you can handle it?" he took another step and she could see his shoes. "War's change too much of me," he said, taking a step yet again. She could see his body, now. Only his face was still shrouded in darkness. "I'm not the same person anymore," he said just above a whisper. Then he took the last step until she could see his face.
Ginny's breath caught and she brought a hand up to cover her mouth. It couldn't be possible that he was here, could it? He was right; a lot of him has changed. His gray eyes were clouded, sad like he's seen too much. A scar the length of an inch ran through his eyebrows, giving him a dangerous image and it took everything of Ginny's not to pull away.
Slowly, she reached up a hand and ran it over his scar, her eyes locking with his during the process. He closed his eyes as if it's her touch he had been waiting for all his life and when she took her hand away, he opened his eyes in disappointment.
"What happened to you, Draco?" she asked, searching his eyes. She tried to take his hands, but he pulled them away, glaring at the floor at her feet.
"We can't do this," he said. "We couldn't do it then and we can't do it now." He picked up his bag of clothing and left the tent. Ginny looked after him with obvious longing, but she turned away.
Later that day, there was an attack on the group of witches and wizard who were patrolling the creek. The captain in charge of the camp issued a group of volunteered to head down there and help them out. Ginny was one of the volunteers.
A\N: Actually, to tell you the truth, I wasn't going to do a sequel. I was going to write four chapters and finish it without having to worry about it again. Then a story came to my mind and I thought instead of writing a different one, why don't I just connect them. So I did and even if I wasn't, it would have still been a sad ending. I was going to make it that their conscience always won their heart and they never made an attempt to continue their relationship. Anyway, thanks again for reviewing and I'm sorry to not have the ending you were hoping for ~ a happy one. I promise at the end of the story, it will be a happy one, if not they're together. And I would gladly hit Draco and Ginny once again for you Crimson Mist, but I still need them in the story so therefore it will wait. lol. As soon as I can.